The Alpha King's Contracted Luna (Ava and Grayson) novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252 

Chapter 252 

-Ava’s POV- 

The plan had been working. 

Right up until the moment it wasn’t. 

Jonah was screaming. 

The wind howled around us, a monstrous, deafening force, ripping at the mist, swirling like a living thing. It had him. It had him. I could see it–his body twisting, contorting, his fingers clawing at the ground as he tried to resist, his mouth stretched open in a soundless shriek as the invisible force dragged him inch by inch toward the abyss. 

For the first time, he was the one fighting. He was the one losing. 

And then–I lost sight of Grayson. 

It happened so fast I barely processed it. One second he was there, his body tensed, his gaze locked onto Jonah, his stance ready to push at the exact right moment. The next–gone. 

Swallowed by the chaos. 

The wind shrieked louder, a sound so piercing it split through my skull. My hair whipped around my face, the air thick and electric, the mist curling in tendrils, distorting everything. My pulse pounded in my ears, my breath ragged and uneven. 

“Grayson?!” My voice barely carried over the noise. 

I spun, my vision blurred by the swirling mist. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t see him. 

No. No, no, no- 

My heart slammed against my ribs, a deep, primal panic rising inside me. This wasn’t supposed to happen. We had planned for this. We had calculated this. We were supposed to use Jonah’s panic against him, let the wind take him, and ride the force back to the living realm. 

But the wind–it was shifting. 

It was changing its mind. 

I felt it before I saw it–Grayson’s struggle. 

A ripple in the mist, a break in the swirling gray, and then–there. 

Him. 

His body was being dragged. 

No–not him. 

The wind was taking him too. 

His feet skidded against the ground, his muscles tensed, fighting against the pull, but it was stronger. It was winning. 

And suddenly, nothing else mattered. 

Jonah was screaming. The wind was wailing. The world around me was chaos. But all I could see was him–Grayson–being ripped away from me. 

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Chapter 252 

Not again. 

I didn’t think. I didn’t plan. I moved. 

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The second I pushed myself forward, the force slammed into me like a wall of ice, biting, tearing, trying to keep me away- trying to keep me here. 

I fought it. 

I pushed harder, every muscle in my body screaming, the pressure in the air so thick it felt like I was moving through solid stone. My breath came in sharp gasps, my pulse hammering against my ribs, but I kept going. 

He was right there. A few feet away. Struggling. Losing 

“Grayson!” My voice was raw, desperate, 

His head snapped toward me, his gray eyes locking onto mine–and in that moment, I saw it. 

The acceptance then his lips moved and he said, “Go.” 

But I didn’t stop stop fighting because there no way he hell I was losing him again. A scream ripped from my throat as I lunged. The second my fingers brushed his skin everything changed. 

A shockwave of light exploded from where we touched, radiating outward in an instant. It wasn’t fire. It wasn’t electricity. It was something else. Something ancient. It poured into the mist, into the wind, swallowing everything in a blinding, golden glow. 

The wind stopped. 

The mist froze. 

Jonah’s screams cut off. 

And then–silence. 

A deep, suffocating silence, as if the entire world had taken a single, stunned breath. 

I was still clutching Grayson’s wrist, my own body shaking, my lungs burning, my vision a haze of swirling gold. My pulse was erratic, my skin tingling where the light still flickered between us, and Grayson–he was staring at me. 

Wide–eyed. 

Breathless. 

Like he had just seen something impossible. 

“Ava,” He whispered. 

And I barely heard him, because my hand was still glowing. 

A soft, pulsing gold, faint but unmistakable, fading in and out like a dying ember. 

“What…” My breath hitched, my fingers trembling as I looked down at the lingering glow, the remnants of whatever had just happened, “What did I just do?” 

Grayson’s grip tightened on mine, his breathing ragged, “You…You stopped the wind.” 

I blinked at him, “That’s not possible.” 

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Chapter 252 

“And yet..” He exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing over the still–flickering glow on my palm. “You just did.” 

I turned my head, scanning the mist, the wind that had been howling just moments ago now eerily still. It was like the entire realm had… paused. 

Jonah was gone. 

And the wind–the monstrous, howling force that had threatened to tear us apart–was silent. The mist, once writhing like a living thing, had settled, curling lazily around my ankles as if the storm had never existed. 

Grayson moved first. 

He inhaled sharply, a sound of disbelief, before rising to his feet in one fluid motion. His grip on my wrist tightened just slightly, grounding me as my mind struggled to catch up. I was still kneeling, still trying to process, when he gently pulled me to my feet. 

My legs were unsteady beneath me, the world tilting slightly, but his grip steadied me. His gaze locked onto my palm again before flickering up to meet mine. 

“What is this?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I turned my hand over, half–expecting the glow to return. 

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked around, his expression unreadable. 

I followed his gaze, my pulse quickening. 

The mist had thinned. The air no longer felt heavy with something ancient and restless. There were no shadows lurking just beyond the edges of reality. Everything looked normal. 

It felt normal. 

But I knew better than to trust appearances. 

Grayson’s voice pulled me back., “Are you okay?” 

I exhaled shakily and nodded, though I wasn’t sure how true that was. “Why is my hand still tingling?” I flexed my finger,. “And where are we?” 

I barely had time to finish the sentence before I heard it. 

My voice. 

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?” 

Grayson and I turned at the same time. 

She stood a few feet away, and batted her lashes, her lips curling into a playful smile, “Hi, Grayson.” 

Grayson stiffened beside me. “What the hell?” 

I took a cautious step forward, “What happened to you?” 

The other me tilted her head, studying me with an amused expression, “Honestly, I have no idea.” She glanced down at my hand, eyes flickering with something unreadable. “But I guess it worked out just fine.” 

Then, she looked at Grayson. And her smile changed. It softened, turned flirty, “I never thought I’d get the chance to meet you like this,” she murmured.